Category: crime
A Way Away by Louis Philip DelGiacco I needed a gun to murder my wife. I’d tried…
Golden Gate by Marc Egnal The knocking on my office door seemed urgent and insistent, at least…
Alpaca Sunrise by Jon Wesick Detective Dirk Steelcage hated knitting even more than he hated Brussels sprouts…
This Town Called Winsome by Grant Tracey –1– Susan Norget was quiet, lost in shadows. I was…
The Way the Cookie Crumbles by James C. Clar The usually crowded streets were all but deserted….
Giovanni and the Bird by Cameron D. Alexander Jack sighed in resignation as he peered through his…
Some Kind of Angel by Austin Roberts The scene was bad. Male. 60’s. And the pavement had…
Square One by Bill Tope April After Amy was violently raped, she had moments where she lost…
At Sea by Henry Simpson I may have interested Mario in camping by blabbing about nature, observing…
Dark Remedy by Patrick Ritter Cliff Mallory glared at his wife, Tish. Not how he wanted…
The Sweetest Smile by Jim Dawson Deena’s sweet smile scared me more than her right hook. I…
The Cashier Always Rings Twice by Jon Wesick I was sitting in my basement office at 4th…
Guts and a Gun by Jason Lairamore Now, I’m from Chicago, a dirty city-boy through and through,…
Biting Worms by RK Greer It is now well after sunset and Pearce is on his fabric…
Dying Declaration by Ann Marie Potter It was a murder that could have happened in any…
Hog Heart by Gary Ives Paco fumbled with the orange package of ramen noodles. These boogers were…
Trigger by Doug Hawley I’m out target shooting in the country when I hear the gravel crunch…
The Golden Pass by Henry Simpson Daphne had already worked her way into Virginia’s confidence. Displaced Lola…
Heart of Gold by Michael B. Brodin Sissy Krawczuk, just shy of her twenty first birthday, was…
Ronnie B’s by Bill Tope I Halloween, 1982 Shoe stood before the prep table in the kitchen,…
Valentine’s Day Massacre by Doug Hawley Special Report To Stumptown Magazine by Elmer Jakes February 10, 20xx…
Thursday’s Money by Grant Tracey Slipping free would be tough. The ropes weren’t nylon but hemp. Coarse…
Green Valley Lane by Keigh Ahr Most nights, I wouldn’t notice the nondescript gray sedan idling behind…
The Mystery of ‘the Dead-as-a-Doornail Author’by John RC Potter Cornelia Vanstone took great pride in herself in…
Capitalism by Henry Simpson As he waited for the light to change, Jeff’s mind kept replaying the…